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It felt like he was holding someone who could stand on her own. And still chose him.

Letting go of the invisible bind in his hold, he rushed in at her, grabbed her shoulders and shook her as hard as he could. “What was that just now!?”

Her legs held for exactly three more seconds. Then Lucien caught her. His arm came around her waist before her knees buckled, hauling her against him with a grip that did not ask permission and did not need it. She didn't argue. The world had tilted sideways and his chest was the only fixed point left. "I have you," he said. Low. Quiet. Like it cost him something. She wanted to tell him she didn't need to be held. She wanted to straighten her spine and step away and maintain at least the appearance of a woman who had not just burned five divine executioners into nothing and nearly collapsed immediately after.

A soft but strong arm grabs her elbow before she could pull away, he flashes his perfect teeth at her and some crazy dance go down her heart. "Didn't you come to see me?" Hearing his voice make Heather drown in excitement that she did not blink for few seconds until he snap his fingers in front of her eyes. "I'm sorry about the guys, let's go talk over there" he told her pointing to wall not too far from there still holding her elbow. Even though Heather would love to have him hold her hands this is still a dream comes true. "Are you okay?" He asked with care in his eyes and Heather nods her head like a mesmerized puppy.

For carrying it somewhere you could not reach me. She stepped into him. Put her hands on his shirt, her face against his chest, and he went completely still for one second and then his arms came around her, hard, the hold of a man who had braced for five days for the loss of something and was not letting go now that it was back.

She had to stop before she lost her composure entirely. "Alright. Enough it is." Though he was reluctant, he knew he had to stop if she wasn't ready. Besides, her legs hadn't fully healed yet, and he didn't want to be too rough. He could wait until she was ready. "Then... can I just stay like this and hold you for an hour before we get up?" Tham didn't wait for an answer. He settled onto the bed and pulled her back into his arms. She didn't resist, allowing herself to be held.

she says suddenly. My breath catches and I can't seem to move. Before I can respond, I feel him behind me. I didn’t even hear him come in. “Yeah… we can’t leave him alone,” Wellington says softly, his voice lower than I have ever heard it. “But he’s still playing. He can come later.” I don’t want to let her go. Every part of me refuses. But somehow… I do when he reaches for her and she leans towards him. I let him take her and stand close, watching as he holds her carefully, like she is something fragile. His big hand moves slowly over her back, gentle, steady… comforting.

His hands on her face. She stayed close. He held on.

“Like that poster. Like that override.” “They’ve been doing that since I was born,” she said. “Tonight I get to hear the unedited version. We’ll use it.” His breath warmed her pulse. “I am going to have to stand there,” he said, “and not break anyone’s neck while they do. I need… something to hold on to.” His fingers brushed the back of her neck, just under the base of her skull. Not claiming. Steadying. “You have me,” she said, voice coming out more huskily than she liked. “Beside you. Not under. Not behind.”

“He’s all I have. What am I going to do?” “You’re not going to lose him,” I tell her, tightening my hold slightly, grounding her as best as I can. “You hear me? You’re not losing him.” Her hands clutch tighter, her body shaking slightly as she tries to breathe through it, but it’s coming out uneven, almost like she’s gasping. “I can’t—” she starts, but the words don’t come. “Hey,” I murmur, one hand moving up to the back of her head, holding her there gently but firmly. “Breathe. Just breathe.”